User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-4677325-20190616060212/@comment-3135907-20190629044735

The mole's eyes clouded darkly, and with plain movements he grasped the broad wooden handle of the simple mace in a callused paw. His voice was gruff and serious. "Matey, wurr et? Ef et be as ee say, zurr, thurr b'ain't no way t' 'elp thoi matey naow. Thet'n be a gone baist. Coom on naow, lez be off wi' usn's. No sense en sitten rownd awaiten t' be ett, burr no." Dowdl seized the shrew's shoulder with his free paw and looked him in the eyes, then drew his eating knife from the forgotten haversack and put it in his new companion's shaking paws. "Don't ee 'estertate." He nodded his snout brusquely, then he was off into the forest.